Flamenco

I love Flamenco! Always did, always will!!! When I was 19, I moved to Munich and one of the first “cultural” splurges I did was buying tickets for a flamenco performance. One guy, no music, just him and his rhythm, his movements, no distraction. Ever since, I love flamenco, either with or without music, female and/or male dancers, with or without singers!

And yesterday we were surprised with Flamenco at its finest: a female dancer, a singer and a guitar player! Wonderful and so personal, I was touched by her scarf – that close I sat…

Her footwork was so incredibly fast, precise and perfectly in rhythm with the hand clapping of the singer and the guitar music. Mesmerizing! I was immediately thrown back to Munich, when I “invested” my first paycheck in a flamenco performance! 💃🏻

Real Paella, orange orchard, sailboat

A “real” paella is made with pork ribs, duck, rabbit, chicken and rice. No seafood, no fish! Ted’s heaven. This real paella is cooked on Thursdays or Sundays over an open fire made with wood of orange trees. The rice gets cooked with Safran until it sticks to the pan and gets crunchy (best part!). The whole family or group is attending, drinking beer, wine, whatever. Lots of talking, laughing. Kind of like an American Thanksgiving dinner! Once you sit down to eat, you eat for several hours, just like an American Thanksgiving dinner. BUT: they do that every Thursday and Sunday, their days off work! Imagine!!!

This paella was cooked for us at Rosa’s house in the middle of her orange orchard. Rosa is an artist and her house is proof of her creative minimalistic taste! Best thing: her studio, that she rents out on Airbnb!!! I will come back

After a delightful day at Rosas orchard we headed out to the Ebro delta to go on a sailboat tour. Which was supercool, because we actually “sailed”. Using the wind as a form of transportation is the oldest form of alternative energy I can think of and it is magic!

A few bites to eat and a gorgeous sunset rounded off this 3-hour long trip. Sailing is fun! another hour on the bus and we were back at our hotel in Benicàssim